in the twinkling of an eye

ByElaine NataleFebruary 4, 1982

Prescient moment. Breath unfound to declare my life almost, almost unbound! What holds when fears have come undone, then pull the cords of doubting once again? ''hold the rope ravelled to a thread. It will not break beneath your dread!'' the future speeds towards me like a dart and suddenly the instant it would strike--